Day spent in 30 mile tramp north westwards with Fred. To Benton to Deerfield to Berlin Center and home by Goshen road.
Time spent in whistling and talking and so I bring home few specific observations.
June is perfection-the pulse of nature is throbbing full and fast. Senility is far away and is not thought out.
Road in many places along the ditches are made yellow with moneywort. Less plentiful but more conspicuous are various species of St. John's wort. Yarrow is whitening.
An expression of June are the common white daisies, which spot the road here and there all along but in one place, and old deserted orchard we found a colony of them. They made us pause and exclaim. The white clouds in the sky but their dim reflection. I wonder why a bobolink did not come up from their midst and sing.
Charles E. Burchfield, June 20, 1914